Author: Jin Xi

The car has stopped at the roadside, and there is a milk tea shop not far away.

Pei Tingyu is a loyal fan of milk tea. When she and Shang Yu were together, she often took him to buy milk tea together.

Shang Yu himself doesn't like sweets. Before he met her, he had almost never had milk tea, but since the two of them got together, they basically drank it every now and then.

"good."

She raised her eyebrows and put away her phone, showing no resistance to milk tea.

After ordering milk tea, Pei Tingyu was still chatting on her phone. In fact, after sending Brian away, she went to the WeChat group to complain about this matter to Xu Li and Bai Junhua, and to prove her charisma.

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Shang Yu sat next to her, frowning.

To be honest, it feels like a bit of a crisis, and it's quite serious.

But he knew that he was not qualified to be jealous now, let alone ask who she was chatting with. It was even difficult to ask her about her current relationship with the boy last night.

Bai Junhua said in the group: [Post a photo and show it to my sister. I will check it for you to see if my brother is okay?]

Pei Tingyu couldn't help laughing, and found a photo of Brian on Facebook and sent it.

[He is quite handsome, he is of mixed Chinese and French descent, and he is also a talented student in the physics department. He is a legendary being who has fascinated thousands of girls in school. 】

To put it in layman's terms, she is a pretty girl. She always appreciates handsome guys' looks and never belittles them.

Therefore, from an objective point of view, Brian's appearance is indeed in her heart. But even if he doesn't call, there is nothing she can do.

perhaps……

She met Brian first, not Shang Yu, so she might really agree to his pursuit without hesitation.

Or...

When she gets over the pain in her heart and is able to accept a new relationship, maybe she can really be with Brian.

Beauty surnamed Bai: [You are quite young, this brother is not bad, I like him.]

Little Rich Woman (Xu Li): [You chose the co-author yourself? Where’s your face?]

Beauty surnamed Bai: [I mean this look, Tingyu, do you want to try it? 】

Little rich woman: [I think you are a little eager to give it a try. 】

Beauty surnamed Bai: [I don’t mind hearing Yu introduce me to a younger brother from abroad. Isn’t there a handsome little nanny? I haven’t been in love for many years, but now I suddenly want to have one. 】

Yi Zhan Yue: [How about I introduce this to you? 】

Beauty surnamed Bai: [This is yours, I won’t steal my sister’s man.]

Yi Zhan Yue: [He is not my man! I have already rejected him. 】

Beauty surnamed Bai: [Why?]

YiZhanYue:【No call.】

Little Rich Woman: [You don’t call all men now?]

Beauty surnamed Bai: [Except Shang Yu.]

Bai Junhua's words hit the nail on the head. Pei Tingyu was stunned for a moment. She was indeed more accepting of Shang Yu now than other men.

It is indeed not easy to really let go of someone you have liked for so long and stop thinking about them.

At least, the current Pei Tingyu has not been able to do it.

After talking about this gossip, the milk tea they ordered was ready, and the two returned to the car.

The cup that holds the milk tea is very nice and decorated with Chinese characters for Paris, which is very unique.

She was not in a hurry to drink. Instead, she first took out her mobile phone and held up the milk tea to find a suitable angle to take a few photos. Then she put it aside and began to edit the pictures and post them on Moments and Facebook.

The captions are the same.

【Autumn milk tea calorie recharge successful.】

There are several cute emoticons at the back.

Because of the angle, in the lower left corner of the photo, Shang Yu's hand resting on the steering wheel is captured. It is slender and fair, with obvious veins on the back of the hand, and an obsidian dial on the wrist.

Obviously, it is a man's hand.

The car drove to the nearest supermarket outside her community. Pei Tingyu walked in and pushed a shopping cart first.

After entering, I went straight to the snack area and half of my shopping cart was filled in one go.

Shang Yu hesitated to speak next to him, but in the end he said nothing and let her buy it.

As long as she's happy.

Passing by the baking area and fruit area, there are food tastings.

Every time Pei Tingyu ate, she would ask Shang Yu if she wanted to try it. Shang Yu always adhered to the principle that once she said it, she would accept everyone who came.

Speaking of which, when the two of them were together, they never went to the supermarket together. Now that they have been separated for more than a year, they do go to the supermarket together.

It's also quite funny.

When trying the peach, Pei Tingyu looked at him and asked, "This is quite sweet. Do you want to try it?"

Shang Yu looked at the peaches on the plate, pursed his lips, and did not say that he wanted to eat them, but said, "If you like them, buy some."

Pei Tingyu made a sound, curled her lips, and asked the shopping guide to install two for her without forcing it.

After all, she is the only one eating it, so if she buys too much and doesn’t finish it, it will go bad.

"Are you unhappy?" Shang Yu pushed the shopping cart and followed her, looking at her expressionless face, he asked.

"If I'm unhappy, I'll just ask casually. It's your choice whether you eat or not." Pei Tingyu replied calmly, without too many ups and downs in his tone.

"I've bought so many things, didn't you say I want to buy them too? Where are the things you want to buy?"

Shang Yu looked around, walked to the living area, and took two towels and a pair of black men's slippers.

"that's it?"

"Um."

"Don't you have these things where you live now?" She actually thought it was just a pretext that he wanted to follow her to the supermarket.

Although Shang Yu has been living in seclusion due to a leg injury these years, he actually owns two or three personal properties in France, either villas or in high-end communities, so he has no worries about a place to live.

And in recent years, he has been coming to France frequently. These daily necessities must be available where he lives.

"New house needed."

"You bought a house again?"

Capitalists buy houses without batting an eye.

Mu Le, unlike her, still rents a house.

"Not really."

With his ambiguous answer, Pei Tingyu was not interested in continuing the question. He simply walked to the beverage area, selected several drinks, and moved a box of mineral water.

Before she even lifted it the first time, her waist almost flashed.

"I come."

Shang Yu walked over and carried the box of mineral water she selected with one hand into the lower seat of the shopping cart.

Then we went to the checkout counter together to queue up to pay.

Because it was the weekend, there were quite a lot of people in the supermarket, and there were also many students and white-collar workers living nearby, so the queues were also long.

Pei Tingyu was standing side by side with her and stood outside the team. Two boys happened to pass by, and she instinctively turned aside to avoid them.

But one of the boys was fatter, and when he was about to squeeze in on her, her wrist was suddenly grabbed and pulled into the group. She staggered and bumped into Shang Yu's chest, and there was an empty hand on her waist.

"Stand here." Shang Yu lowered his head and said warmly.

A trace of uneasiness flashed across Pei Tingyu's face, he opened his eyes, silently withdrew from his arms, turned around, and looked ahead.

Shang Yu also took back his hand on her waist at the right time.

It was already ten minutes after they waited in line. The cashier scanned the code for each item, and another staff member bagged it and put it back into the shopping cart.

"Together?"

The staff member glanced at Shang Yu behind her and asked.

Pei Tingyu said quietly, "No."

Then she looked for her wallet in her bag. She had complained many times to the group of three people about the fact that mobile payments were not allowed abroad.

It's really inconvenient.

Her bag is not big, so it is actually very convenient to rummage through, but except for the lipstick and air cushion that she uses for daily touch-ups, there is no trace of a wallet inside.

Suddenly, the memory of the dead suddenly began to attack her crazily.
To be continued...